My Time Has Come...

Oh, it's nothing nearly as dramatic as I make it sound. On Monday I started my two weeks of inclusive teaching where I and I alone am in charge of my classroom. I was feeling pretty confident Monday morning, and nothing happened to change that feeling at all. I expected problems with two of my regular problem children and they happened, though not nearly as bad I expected. Both have problems adjusting to change and it is definitely a change for them with Mrs. Rangel being out of the room. However, I taught enough early on and they know they have to listen to me just like they have to listen to her. The only thing I don't have planned yet and am going day-by-day on is the Integrated Studies, which is anything social studies/health/science related. The unit right now is Sink, Dissolve, Float so yesterday I had a clear plastic tub of water and we tested different objects (i.e. marbles, pinecones, bottle caps, sea shells, etc) to see if they could float or not. Today we did something similar - we had five different sized plastic boats and these tiny plastic pigs and we made a chart on the white board and tallied how many pigs it took to sink each boat in the water. The kids love this stuff.

I really love chicken and cheese. They are among my two favorite foods and any time I can have them together, it is a bonus. I'm not sure where this came from, I think because Katie is going to get dinner for us at Subway and I am having the chicken breast sandwich with extra cheese. I love extra cheese, mmmmm.

Roommate problems are solved. One is back to being way awesome again and I just pretend the other doesn't exist. It makes my world a lot more simple and I don't entirely hate going back to the apartment anymore. However, there was another mouse and someone in my apartment last night "screamed like a girl" as it was described to me, though I am not naming names. It was in the kitchen, but it died this morning in one of the mousetraps we now have decorating our kitchen and bathroom floors. I don't get why some people think mousetraps are in humane. THEY ARE MICE. There are billions alone in NYC, why care if they die, there will always be a bazillion more to oh and ah over. Gross. Who oohs and aahs over mice anyway. I say kill the little fuckers whenever you can because they are disgusting and have diseases. Yuck.

I am really making a lot of progress on my portfolio, so yay for that. I am so ready to be done with the busy-work of UNL and get the hell out of this Nebraska. Damn right I just used this state for it's university and the only thing that will get me back here are the friends still living here

I saw a girl with one of those manufactured holes in her jeans, you know the perfectly cut, perfectly frayed little rectangles on the mid-thigh and I wanted to choke her for buying them and also whoever sold her the jeans. This summer Britt, Drake, Silas and I were at the mall and Britt wanted to go to The Buckle because she needed some new jeans. She's not into the retarded frayed look either and the salesgirl helping her kept trying to bring her these stupid frayed jeans with the stupid little rectangles cut out. Some of those jeans fit well Britt said, but she didn't like that style. She tried to say this to the salesgirl, who apparently was deaf or just stupid, or had potatoes in her ears because she continued bringing these jeans to Britt. Finally, with the salesgirl standing there I said, "Don't pay $65 for jeans that are missing pieces of fabric here and there. I can take a cheese grater to your jeans FOR FREE. I will do this to any pair of jeans you want me to, don't pay to have it done." The salesgirl stopped bringing her those jeans.

You know what is really lame and pathetic? The kids who were t-shirts with sayings like, "You laugh because I am different, I laugh because you are all the same." Yeah, you are different just the 8 million other kids who went to Hot Topic and bought the same damn shirt. Who is all the same now, idiot?

Speaking of Hot Topic, I don't mind the store at all but what really gets me is all these little wannabe goth and emo kids who bitch about how they have it so rough and everything else is so commercialized and they're unique and special because they wear black and cry...Newsflash to Goth and Emo Kids: HOT TOPIC IS JUST AS CORPORATE AND COMMERCIALIZED AS ABERCROMBIE AND FITCH. They simply cater to different crowds. You're not unique if you're emo, you're just annoying, so go cry where I can't hear you and be bothered.

Days til "Friends: The One With All Ten Seasons" comes out on DVD: SIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Random Fun At Work:

All American Kid

Popular but not plastic. Athletic but not a jock. Smart but not a brain. You were well rounded and well liked in high school.

You Are Not Scary

Everyone loves you. Isn't that sweet?

Your Kissing Purity Score: 37% Pure

You're not one to kiss and tell... But word is, you kiss pretty well.

You Are Italian Food

Comforting yet overwhelming.People love you, but sometimes you're just too much.

On Average, You Would Sell Out For

$1,111,417

You're An Angry Drunk

Ever wake up with sore knuckles and a black eye? Thought so.

You're Part Diva

You know that a girl's gotta work it to get her way in the world.And while you aren't about to throw a tantrum at every turn...You do amp up the drama when you know you need it.You mix charm, honesty, and kindness to get ahead.

That's enough for now...time to rock this portfolio shit!